Katniss Everdeen.

The girl on fire.

The mockingjay.

Your best friend.

Atleast she had been, before the games. Before she began living in victors village. Before you barely saw her. The last time you recalled seeing katniss in person was when you were saying goodbye; she made you promise that you and Gale would take care of her family. You kissed her on the cheek, interlocked pinkies and swore you would take care of primrose and their mother. You and Katniss have been through thick and thin together. She comforted you on your bad days and you did the same for her. You used to partner up with eachother in school, even before you knew eachother and there seemed to be nobody else, and you used to hangout at lunch together.

All that was lost when she was reaped- no, not even reaped for the games, she volunteered herself in prim's place. You got the sentiment- you would've done the same for your younger sibling if you had to. It was the katniss you always knew; brave. Caring. Selfless. She gave herself up for Primrose's safety. her life for her sisters, most had thought, but against all odds, katniss had won. Her and Peeta had won, somehow defied the game by threatening to leave no victor. Then, she lived in victors village, taking her family with her and you rarely saw her. You couldn't go to victors village, which meant you would only see her when she came into the main district 12 area or the woods. The meadow.

Then the reaping for the 75th games happened; from the existing pool of victors. Katniss had been sentenced to death- she was the only female tribute from 12, which meant she would be entered anyway. While she was gone, the bombing on district 12 happened and you lost almost everything. So did most other people. Your home, your family, your district, katniss. When you were moved to district 13, you had heard she was there. She had been saved from the arena.

And you found this out to be true when you were in the dining room, your tray of food in your hands as you walked to find a seat somewhere. That's when you saw her; that familiar brown hair, let loose from her braid, sitting beside primrose. Katniss. Katniss, your best friend, she was really there. As you stand there in a state of shock, the girl turns her head around- and its really her.

You set your tray down on the first table you could find, walking over slowly as Katniss stood up from her chair, a smile on her face at the sight of you.